User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3135907-20120120163028

The shrews charge into Redwall, rapiers flashing. The vermin attempt is swiftly routed. Everywhere screams are heard as rats are rolloped and foxes fly. Soon the vermin are heading out over the flatlands, pursued by a mixed band of shrews in headbands and redwallers in nightshirts wielding window poles and garden tools. The woodlanders stop awhile. "We needn't chase `em," says Log a Log turning to a few shrews nearby. "Strunger, Plinn, string up an' fire!" Two arrows speed like angry wasps after the vermin, helping them on their way deep into Mossflower. "You'll see us again!" says a bedraggled fox. "Aye," says Log a Log. "An' if you see us agin, so will we you!" With that the vermin are gone.